Grappling iron--Al Forges--august-7th-2016

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–August 7th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words


Laura always told her friends, “One day a prince will come and take me to his castle.”

“Sure,” they said. “we all dream about that.” They would then walk away laughing.

One night she heard something on her balcony–yes she had one. Don’t laugh.

She opened the doors and looked out. There was a grappling hook fastened to her balcony railing. A long rope led up to a hot air balloon floating overhead.

A handsome prince was sliding down the attached rope. She pinched herself, but she wasn’t sleeping.

“Hello, Laura,” he said as he reached the end of his rope. “I’ve finally shown up.”

“Where have you been?” she asked frowning. “You can’t believe how many times my friends have laughed at me.”

His bottom lip stuck out. He asked, “Aren’t you glad to see me? I’ve come to take you to my castle to wed you. Can you cook?”

“What else do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Well, there’s the spring cleaning and providing me with heirs–at least five.”

“You’re no bargain. I’ll marry the boy next door. He’s really nice.”

“Good, be that way,” he said and climbed back up.




Written Act of Kindness Award



16 thoughts on “ONE DAY A PRINCE

    • Thanks, Al. I’m happy you enjoyed the story and it made you laugh. One of the funniest skits I ever saw was on the old Carol Burnett Show where it showed the King and Queen years afterward. Hilarious. 😀 — Suzanne


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